Paroles de Deportee

In the arrivederci roma nightclub, bar and grillStanding in the fiberglass ruins watching time stand stillAll your troubles you confess to another faceless, backless dressSchnapps, chianti, porter and ouzoPernod, vodka, sambuca - i love you soDeportee

There's a tatty beauty talking in riddlesRome burns down and everybody fiddlesDeporteeBut a thousand dollars won't buy you a yank, you wife, alasThere's a thousand years of history ground in this chaser glassAnd how i wish that she was mineI could have been the king in six eight timeDeportee

Oh, it's a brittle charm, but she's had enough

Still she wrote her name upon his paper cuffAnd you don't where to start or where to stopAll this pillow talk is nothing more than finally talking shop

When i came here tonight my pockets were overflowingThey took my return ticket without me even knowingWell, i pray to the saints and all the martyrsFor the secret life of frank sinatraBut none of these things have come to passIn america the law is a piece of assDeportee